Madison times. (Tallulah, Madison Parish, La.) 1884-1???, 1887-06-11

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Il wonder what mamma wants.,
SAID Sue, putting down her linen doilie
on which she was working a Rosin;
Emmet tea party. when thev 90 int
tne library. and shut the door. aud cal
re something has happened to Jack.
ny-tne-way, you haven't had letter
Tor week, have you. Florencea"
mot for two weeks" said Florence
oravely, though the telltale color dyed
her cneek for an instant with a crimson
wave. Il don't believe YOU care on,
DIT about poetry, Berte. I've been
reading this lovely Absence for hall
an hour and YOU keep on drawing as
II h were 'Heavens's Philosophy
| What shah do with all the DAYS and hour,
ina' must be counted ere see thy facet"
| =, Il make caramcls some of the
time; said Sue, fippantly. and swing
IN hamock three hours dav at least. "
sue! Sue! came the voice from the
library. Daughter. sa d her mama,
a pale, shrinking lady in a white wrap.
per aud pretty embroidered breakfast 81
cap. Now. don't get in passion.
dearest doctor; let Susie see the tele-
gram. Oh, my dear, fear something
terrible has happened. had a sort of
persentimen.: you know was telling
YOU. Doctor"
';Fiddlesticks with your presenti-
ments'' roared the doctor. a red-faced
old gentleman with lot of blue-b black
nair that stood up from his forehead
ike porcupine bristles. Something
terrible, indeed, something disgracefui.
something d shonorable, something that
brings my gray hairs in sorrow TO the
grave. The doctor had not "A white
lock In his head. but his meaning was
apparent, if his language was figura-
tive. 81 always said John was a senti-
mental, tennis-playing idiot. Never
let me hear of tennis courts again. I
would not give a cent for the whole of
the present generation. That wretch
ed college, with the professors and
their family life, family life indeed! [
knew John was good for naught. spoil
ed by his mo ther out of all conscience;
but to have disgraced himself, his fami-
ly. all of us. Not that l consider him
in the least to blame He was ALWAYS
the most punctilious, the most strictly
honorable. Quixotic creature. 1t was
the woman. of course. She is twenty
years older than he"
mo. Papa" from Susie; .'she's Just
nineteen.
Il know what l am talking about.
All college bellies are twenty years old
er than the men they elope with; and
he so trusting and so confiding, The
unhappy, hot-headed creature, to think
he has deceived this splendid, beauti-
ful, wealthy girl under my roof, Why.
l almost felt Ike not sanctioning the
engagement, because taking place here.
1t looked as if / maneuvred for it. | !
a manGuvreri Great Cesar
Hush. papa!' said Sue, clasping his /
arms as he frantically tore up and /
down the room. .'Give me the mes /
sage"
YALE COLLEGE, Sept % Is
John Lane and Lady will arrive at p. VI. 4
Meet with carriage at station. Prepare sup
per and rooms. E. SyEED.n
'Oh, mamma. it is true. then, ne is /.
and if ut Yale, to that Peters.
What shall we do? Poor Florence. she
IS so devoted to him. it will kill her.
Oh. Jack! Jack! and to that scrubby
girl! Don't let them come here
I'll telegraph"
No. he shall come here. cried Jacks
mother. Its terrible, but the poor
lear trusts and loves me. See. the
elegram is to me, and you can't ex-
'ect me, doctor" with some
'iolence on the almost insane father
even you can't expect me to side
Igainst the onlv boy l have on earth"
Come here" sad the doctor. al
most calmed by the excess of passion in
lis bond slave, ''Of course he's coming
ere; he's got no other place to go.
lie hasn't married fifty thousand a
ear. has he? But the question is, who
Vill break it to that splendid creature?
can't tell her; 1 can't tell her-by
owe | can't! You go. Sue, and break
to her. Give Gher hint. You wo.
1en are clever enough at inveigling,"
? th a glare at wife and daughter that
lade the very cap strings palpitate.
Tell her he's dead, and then he's is
,arried, that will ease her down a
it,"
'Oh. don't say such thing of my
oor darling" cried his mamma, in
.antly summoning up the image of the
screant John pale and beautiful in
cath.
What's all this commotion aboutp
ried fresh young voice. Some
ling about Jack. isn't it? Why. what
lis You all? He-is-not-dead-is
e?"
Yes" said the doctor, nodding
olently, the appropriateness of his sug-
estion almost stunning him; dead
nd buried. Oh no, my dear" as he ,
wv the light die out of the proud,
retty face. That's nv way of break |
2 it to you. He's-he's-. Tell her. I
ie. he's married. He is coming here, :
all places, with his bride tonight. in /,
few hours, and, of all people, that
,ggarly Peters daughter. who is :
genty years older than he, Mrs. Lane;
know these college bellies. She is I
veuty years older if she is a day. /:
I'd -" 4;
Read the telegram yourself. Flor ,
lce," said Sue, through her tears.
The Heroine stepped to the window
I'd stood in the recess for five minutes.
,r back to the other three. "Well?"
Ie said presently. c
"Well?" re-echoed the trio hanging !
, her words.
He has been entrapped." said Flor. /
ice. looking tall and stern. Il blame c
II entirely. She made him do il. I v
ways said she was the most maneuvr. 2
2, deceitful-oh, my poor Jackr'